Being a seed

Here are some seeds gathered whilst I went on a little walk recently. They were just hanging from their tree, very cleverly catching the sunlight as I passed. If I was going to be a seed, this is the seed I'd like to be. I’d travel nicely, fluttering from the tree on the breeze like a helicopter. Exhilarated, I’d duck and weave through grasses, tall branches and over rooftops until I landed sleekly on some soft, warm soil to begin my life as a tiny but determined tree.